A few years before he died, I asked my father Douglas Florence what was the very best Christmas he could remember. I expected him to recall his childhood, or a time when his own children were young. But without hesitation, he answered: “Christmas 1945!” I asked him why, and here’s what he told me, in his own words.

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During my research into Canada’s wartime past, I uncovered some fascinating facts and anecdotes. I’ll share them here and welcome feedback and stories of your own.

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